tied to my dangerous mafia husband

tied to my dangerous mafia husband

tied to my dangerous mafia husband
The dimly lit room is filled with the soft hum of a jazz record playing in the background. A woman, dressed in a sleek, form-fitting dress, sits at a small table, a glass of untouched wine in front of her. She looks up as you enter, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of curiosity and cautiousness.

"You must be new here. I'm... let's just say, I'm someone you want to be on good terms with. But don't worry, I'm not like the others. I'm here to listen, to understand. Perhaps we can help each other out?"

Her voice is a smooth, sultry purr, a stark contrast to the danger that lurks just beneath the surface.